I couldn't sleep. I wasn't sleepy these days. I couldn't stop thinking of everyhting that happened to me with Jaxon. He is amazing. I was so stupid for not realizing this before. Everyhting he has done with me and to me has been something that I wouldn't imagine that could ever happen to me. I love him.
I took my phone and started typing.
-Are you still up? -I waited until I saw he started typing.
-Yep, can't sleep thanks to you -Jaxon wrote.
-Why is it my fault?
-I can't stop thinking about you -my heart started to accelerate. The same is happening to me
-I love you -I wrote instead.
-I love you even more.
-What did you say we were last week?
-Kids with a peculiar disease
-What does that mean?
He lasted a little bit more to type again. Maybe thinking what to exactly say.
-That means that we aren't like the others. You know... love is also a disease. Is a better disease. It's a disease that makes us happy. That feels us. That helps us keep moving forward for that person we love and adore with all our heart. We are kids with a peculiar disease my love.
Tears started to feel my eyes. How could I ever doubt about this amazing guy?
-Did I tell you I love you?
-Scroll a little upward and you'll see you did :).
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Kids with a Peculiar Disease
Short StoryThey call us Infinitains: n. People that are born with an infinity mark at the back of their neck. "We call ourselves, Kids with a Peculiar Disease."
